You disarm me in such an alarming fashionas if this feeling is like anythingI have felt before. Where does one even begin?With the butterflies that reside inside of me,the size of giants, stirring up wellsprings of myinner being with sentiments of your fancyand comely eyes on iridescent wings.You delight me to reunite truth and beautyjust as I wish for my lips on your hand,through a soft whisper, sumptuous beyond lovely.